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THE POETRY OF FLOWERS. 
The Tuberose, with her silvery light, 
That in the gardens of Malay 
Is called the Mistress of the Night. 
THE PRIMROSE.— Early Youth. 
"Well may Bidlake, the American poet, say to the 
Primrose:— 
Pale visitant of balmy Spring, joy of the new-horn 
year, 
That bidd’st young hope new plume his wing, soon as 
thy buds appear. 
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Remote from towns thy transient life is spent in skies 
more pure; 
The suburb smoke, the seat of strife, thou canst but ill 
endure. 
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Thy smiles young innocence invite, what time thy lids 
awake, 
In shadowy lane to taste delight, or mazy tangled 
brake. 
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Ah! happy breasts! unknown to pain, I would not 
spoil your joys, 
Nor vainly teach you to complain of life’s delusive 
toys; 
Be jocund still, still sport and smile, nor dream of woe 
or future guile; 
